To drain the blood | |
From his face | |
This black stinking oil | |
And scorch the prints | |
Of everything | |
On these cold hands | |
To [...] the dead | |
From the jaws | |
Of this treacherous call | |
Ashes of the earth | |
And the mouth | |
To [...] | |
[...] his heart | |
To cut off everything | |
That ever touched the [...] | |
All these burn | |
A burning offering | |
To you, God | |
That would [...] |